Do you hear them com­ing, bro­ther,
Thronging up the steeps of light,
Clad in glo­ri­ous shin­ing gar­ments,
Blood washed, gar­ments pure and white?

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’Tis a glo­ri­ous church with­out spot or wrinkle,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb;
’Tis a glo­ri­ous church with­out spot or wrinkle,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.

Do you hear the stir­ring an­thems,
Filling all the earth and sky,
’Tis a grand, vic­to­ri­ous army,
Lift its ban­ner up on high!

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Never fear the clouds of sor­row,
Never fear the storms of sin.
We shall tri­umph on the morrow,
Even now our joys be­gin.

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Wave the ban­ner, shout His prais­es,
For our vic­to­ry is nigh!
We shall join our con­qu’ring Sav­ior,
We shall reign with Him on high!

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